"Who doesn't know the name of the ferocious Han family?"
The Taoist in the green robe remained unfazed upon hearing this, saying, "When you used your fourth senior brother's life to forge the name of the Ferocious Tiger, I already knew your true nature."
"But this is Tianhe Temple, not your Heshan Dao. It's not your place to act tough here!"
Hearing this, Han Qinhu laughed angrily, "Fine, fine, it seems you're determined to get revenge for Fourth Brother!"
"If that's the case, then there's no need for further words. Let's meet on the battlefield!"
The Taoist in the green robe scoffed at this, his face full of mockery. "Han Qinhu, Fellow Daoist Han, are you deaf?"
“I’ll say it again: This is Tianhe Temple, not your Heshan Sect. There’s no life-or-death arena here. Don’t bring your unorthodox practices to the territory of our orthodox Xuanmen sect.”
After saying that, the Taoist in the green robe glanced at the Taoist from Longhu Mountain beside him, seemingly unintentionally, "You don't want your teacher to be ridiculed for coming from a heretical sect and not knowing the rules, do you?"
"you……"
Han Qinhu trembled with rage, his two tiger eyes flashing with ferocity, and he was about to unleash his fury.
"Master, please wait, calm down."
Just then, Bai Cang reached out and pressed down on Han Qinhu's shoulder, smiling calmly, "Why bother getting angry with this piece of trash who can't even condense a high-grade Dao Foundation? Does he deserve it? Let's cooperate a few times!"
Now it was the green-robed Taoist's turn to be "furious and cold"!
He glared fiercely at Bai Cang, but then retreated in the face of Bai Cang's icy gaze, his hands clenched into fists behind his back, veins bulging.
But in the end, he didn't say anything, pretending he hadn't heard Bai Cang's "offense".
"Fellow Daoists of Longhu Mountain, I am Bai Cang, a disciple of Master Han of the Heshan Sect. Greetings!"
Bai Cang ignored the green-robed Taoist and instead turned to the Taoists from Longhu Mountain, cupping his hands in greeting and asking, "May I ask your esteemed names, fellow Daoists?"
Upon hearing this, the Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain, who had been standing aside with an air of watching a show, all greeted Bai Cang with smiles and clasped their hands in greeting, saying, "So it's Fellow Daoist Bai. Zhang Yuming greets Fellow Daoist."
"My name is Zhang Yufeng. I greet Fellow Daoist Bai."
"My name is Wang Chao, and I am not worthy of such a high surname."
"My name is Yang Yunxiao, and I come from the Xuanhuo Peak lineage of Longhu Mountain. I hope Fellow Daoist Bai will give me more guidance in the future."
Upon hearing these individuals introduce themselves, Bai Cang already had a good idea of what was going on.
Longhu Mountain is known for its inclusiveness, but in reality, it is ruled by powerful families.
Those with the surnames Zhang, Wang, and Yang must be inner disciples, and it's not uncommon for them to be among the true disciples.
The Xuanhuo Peak lineage is the main base of the Yang family, and it is also the sect from which the two True Monarchs, Lilong and Xuanhu, originated.
Of the four Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain, this "Yang Yunxiao" was the most enthusiastic towards Bai Cang.
As for whose face the other party was giving thanks to, that goes without saying.
Surely it's not because of Han Qinhu that they think highly of "Master Bai Xiaodao"?
With this in mind, Bai Cang had already made up his mind. He smiled calmly and said, "Fellow Daoists, I have a favor to ask. Could you please send a message to True Lord Xuanhu?"
After saying that, Bai Cang glanced at the Taoist in the green robe and said coldly, "True Lord Xuanhu just told me: If anything happens in the future, just mention his name and he will protect me."
"I wonder if True Lord Xuanhu can protect himself after killing a guest master of Tianhe Temple?"
Before he could finish speaking, the Taoist in the green robe roared, "You arrogant brat, how dare you speak to your elders like that?"
"I will report this to the teacher and have you punished for trespassing!"
As they spoke, a burst of clear light erupted, and the Taoist in the green robe, now resembling starlight, retreated explosively into the Tianhe Temple.
He's not really stupid; he doesn't insist on fighting Han Qinhu and Bai Cang to the death.
Did he really think he didn't see the amazing scene of the master and disciple joining forces to fight against Xuanhu Zhenjun?
Regardless of whether they relied on the power of the "True Lord's Talisman Treasure" or whether True Lord Xuanhu was serious.
The master and disciple joined forces to block the attack of True Lord Xuanhu using his true form magic weapon, and there was no faking it.
He only wanted to make the master and disciple "reveal their true forms" and displease Tianhe Zhenjun; he wasn't looking for death.
"You've offended the Daoist Master and you think you can just run away?!"
Bai Cang snorted coldly, and as his sleeves fluttered, five colors faintly appeared, bursting forth with a powerful suction force, fixing the ball of clear light, which resembled the radiance of stars, in mid-air.
"boom!"
The next moment.
Five-colored light condensed, and the true forms of the Five Sacred Mountains were revealed.
The Taoist priest in the green robe was actually suppressed in front of the gate of Tianhe Temple by a small five-colored mountain, with only his head showing, looking like a turtle guarding the house.
After doing all this.
Bai Cang then cupped his hands to Han Qinhu and said, "Master, please!"
Han Qinhu glanced back at him upon seeing this, and said, "Those who have the guts can come in together."
After saying that, he strode into Tianhe Temple. When he passed the Taoist in the green robe, he didn't forget to kick him hard, leaving a fresh shoe print on his face.
Bai Cang naturally followed closely behind, and with a casual expression, he deliberately stepped on the green-robed Taoist's face as he passed the Five-Colored Hill, leaving a deep shoe print.
The two shoe prints crisscrossed each other, and coupled with the Taoist priest in the green robe having to hold his head high, he looked just like a turtle, indescribably comical and ridiculous.
Seeing this scene.
Yang Yunxiao and the other Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain quickly bowed towards the main gate of Tianhe Temple and headed towards Lanyuan Prefecture City without looking back.
The two Divine Light Immortals of Heshan Dao hesitated for a long time as they looked at each other, lingering in front of the gate, but they dared not make up their minds, let alone cross the line.
After all, they weren't top-grade Dao Foundation cultivators, so they didn't have the right to be treated like precious treasures, and naturally they didn't dare to be as arrogant and domineering as Han Qinhu and his disciples.
Meanwhile, at Tianhe Temple.
Han Qinhu walked through several courtyards with ease, showing no signs of being a "scoundrel" who wasn't even qualified to enter the gate.
Then they arrived outside a grand hall. In the blink of an eye, Han Qinhu's figure had disappeared.
Upon closer inspection, a familiar figure was seen sliding across the small square in front of the main hall, kneeling deeply on the ground.
"Your unfilial disciple Han Qinhu kowtows to your revered master, hoping that he will soon attain the Primordial Spirit and live a long and healthy life. Your unfilial disciple bows again!"
Bai Cang: ………
You little rascal Han, you've been pretending to have low emotional intelligence the whole time, and now you're trying to trick me?
Why does your sliding kneeling posture look so familiar?
If I were to kneel down on the spot without even a word of greeting, wouldn't that make me seem dull and lacking in manners?
Thinking this, Bai Cang didn't hesitate and immediately bowed, "Grandmaster Bai Cang respectfully pays homage to Grandmaster, congratulations on your ascension to immortality with your spouse, may you enjoy eternal bliss, live as long as the heavens, and find the path to immortality as easy as turning your hand. You are the only one who reigns supreme in the universe, traversing the eight wastelands, dominating the past and present for eight thousand years, unparalleled throughout the ages, holding the sun and moon in your hands and plucking stars from the sky. There is no one like you, Grandmaster. My reverence for you is like a surging river, endless and boundless, like a celestial river overflowing its banks, unstoppable..."
Bai Cang recited a long string of words for a full quarter of an hour without repeating a single sentence. Her sweet mouth was as if she had applied glycerin suppositories, spouting all sorts of nauseating flattery and auspicious phrases as if they were free.
Han Qinhu, who was kneeling on the ground, couldn't help but raise his head, turn it 180 degrees, and stare at Bai Cang with disbelief, large beads of sweat streaming down his face.
It's as if it's saying: You have such skill in flattery, why have I never enjoyed it?
It's as if it's saying: Stop talking, I beg you, stop talking, leave me a way out!
Like a thorn in my back, like a fishbone stuck in my throat, like sitting on pins and needles.
If he hadn't racked his brains and couldn't think of any comparable words, and if he hadn't been so badly outmatched, Han Qinhu would have had to give this wicked disciple a run for his money.
"Beat each other up" in various senses, including "beat each other up" in a physical sense.
Facing Han Qinhu's pitiful, pleading eyes, Bai Cang showed no "pity": "You're sweating buckets, aren't you, old man? You tried to trick me, you old codger."
Suddenly, the air froze, and an immense, overwhelming pressure swept out.
Bai Cang then obediently shut his mouth, knelt down in worship, and prostrated himself deeply on the ground.
"What a quick-witted young man! He's quite the character!"
A clear and gentle voice, like that of a young man, yet carrying a heavy and imposing aura, rang out.
Then he rebuked Han Qinhu, saying, "You wicked disciple, do you know your crime?!"
Han Qinhu pressed his forehead to the ground, wishing he could bury his head in the earth, "Disciple knows his sins!"
"Then tell me, what is your crime?"
"Your disciple is deeply sinful, but I do not understand what you mean by that, Master. I beg you to enlighten me!"
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